To Gette and to Espy

O soverayne lord, be it to youre plesance This book to take of my symplicité Thus newly made for rememorance, Whiche no man hath in worlde bot oonly ye. Whiche I compiled unto youre rialté And to the quenes hertes consolacioun To know the state of youre domynacioun. And for the prynce to have playne […]